Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 101

Frederick was still in the water, his eyes fixed on Marguerite but he didn’t utter a word.

The more quiet he was, the more uneasy Marguerite felt.

She couldn’t focus, not daring to meet the man’s gaze. Her eyes darted about aimlessly but inadvertently locked onto his.

In that moment, Marguerite felt like a thief caught in the act; her panic kicking up a notch.

Sadie relished the sight and couldn’t resist stirring the pot. “Ms. Lockwood, there’s no ladder in this pool. Mr. Winston’s been swimming for a while and he might be pooped. Fancy giving him a hand?”

Marguerite sucked in a breath. Her muscles were taut and she muttered awkwardly, “Um… I’ll pull you up.”

With that, she approached the pool hesitantly reaching out her hand towards him.

Seeing her so jumpy, a mischievous glint appeared in Frederick’s eyes.

He had never seen this feminine side of Marguerite. She was like a scared little kitten waiting for his reassurance.

great it would be if she was

always

face softened. He quickly turned and swam towards

hand shot out of the water,

her warm little hand tightly and kicked off the pool floor; his upper body shot out of

pool edge and splashed some water onto Marguerite, making her

chest. But

she knew, she felt a shove

around her waist. Then she heard a loud splash accompanied

into the water together, locked

on the shore, “Oh dear, Ms. Lockwood, I’m sorry I slipped and accidentally

clothes. She hastily lifted her head after swallowing

*Cough, cough, cough…”

was coughing hard, her nose and

a terrible experience. Marguerite clung to Frederick like a lifeline, her legs

was panting so heavily that she didn’t even realize her chest had brushed against his

blushed like a rose and quickly turned around,

turned serious, his ears slightly burning, “Marguerite, calm

whisper, “Can… can